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  Be a braver person - I mean that in the sense that I won't let what other people think get me down. Every year, my dad gets me a desktop calender. It's a calender thing that has pages for every day of the year. I've just opened mine and the quote says: "Resolve to be thyself; and know that he who finds himself loses his misery." I'm not exactly sure what it means but it has something to do with being yourself (?)
• Excercise more - aka stop being such a lardass and go bike riding with Othilia or something.
• Stop being so judgemental of other people. It's a really bad habit that I have and I should really stop doing it.
• Last but not least: Be a nicer person. Pretty self explanatory.

It's a pretty demanding list but as I said, I'm going to try. Once again, Happy New Year everyone!

- is the book that I'm gonna write one day. Not being racist or anything, but it would make an interesting book. I could look at the stereotypes that surround asian people these days and deduct whether they are plausible or not.

You know that girl from Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging? You know how she said her parent's are the most embarassing parents on Earth? Well, I beg to differ. Her parents weren't asian >_>

As far as asian parents go though, mine are alright I guess. Like they speak English but they can't seem to get rid of that accent. And yes, I'm afraid that stereotype that asian parents push their kids into doing maths or science is true. I mean, why do you think so many people at CVH are doing science and maths while not that many are doing English advanced or history? Personally, I just want to do something non-boring and earn lots and lots of $$$$$$$$$$ :p and get an apartment in the city.

I went to Cabra today to get a haircut. My hair looks the same, something that I'm happy about. Thank god, the hairdresser didn't just take out a pair of giant scissors and go SNIP! I don't know- I feel traumatised when they cut off too much. The last hairdresser I went to did that and I ended up wishing for her hair to turn green and fall off.

After that, we went to my piano teacher's house to drop off a Xmas present. Yes, you heard that right. I was FORCED to do that, okay? I'm not the type of person to go giving out christmas presents to teachers but apparently my mum is. Urrgh, I felt like such an idiot standing there with the present when the teacher opened up the door. I seriously wanted to smash the thing on my mum's head and go, "YOU CRAZY WOMAN, WHY'D YOU MAKE ME DO THIS?!"

Sadly, I didn't.

Last night, Tian and Yuan came over and we watched "The Nightmare Before Christmas" on the projector thingy. It was alright... kind of boring though. I was comparing it to one of Tim Burton's later works "The Corpse Bride" and I guess I was expecting it to be really good. Oh well. After that, we youtubed "1234-Feist on Sesame St" and watched that as well :L Manly came over and he was like, "Are you serious? Why're you watching this for? Go search up fat kids on youtube."

So we took his advice and did that. HAHAHAHA. We weren't being mean, we were just really really bored. There was one where this Chubby lil' boy was singing some cutesy song and it full cracked me up. He was so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuute. His cheeks were like APPLES.

I'm gonna try to blog more in the holidays but sometimes there's just so much to say that I can't be bothered. This post is gonna be written while I do my tutor homework so bear with me.

Yesternight, I was on www.isketch.net . For those who don't know what it is, it's like a game site where you can verse other ppl around the world at a guessing/drawing game. The players take turns drawing stuff and you have to guess it. It's SERIOUSLY ADDICTIVE. Anyways, the room I joined had an Indian dude and white dude who kept saying racist stuff to each other. I kinda felt sorry for the Indian dude though cuz the white dude kept saying stuff like, "He can't draw, he's Indian!" Asshooooooooooole. I was tempted to say, "Hey, I'm Indian too and I whooped your ass in the last round."But I didn't, cuz that's just the kind of person I am - Too afraid to confront ppl, even if its in Cyberspace.

I just finished the Maximum Ride series that Elyn lent me (Thanks Elyn!). They were pretty good. Fang is like so HOT. Basically, they're about six kids who have wings and special powers. One of them can let out giant, disgusting farts. Awesomeness.

I managed to finish a 500 piece puzzle yesterday with the help of Juliana, Tian, Serena and Yuan while watching Ellen Degeneres (?). Well maybe not Yuan since all he did was try to force the pieces in. In the afternoon, I went over to Tian's house to continue playing guitar hero. Watching Scott sing is so LMAO. He's so... enthusiastic.

I know this is kinda late, but I've only just watched the Susan Boyle audition on youtube. HAHAHHAHA I full cracked up when she did the hip thingy and all the judges were like, "wtf?" She's weird but she sings so good :L I think part of her fame comes from the fact that she doesn't seem like she can sing good. Also she looks more like a 60-something rather than 47.

I think I'm out of things to do now :( Hence the tutoring hw. & I'm also too lazy to actually move my ass out of this townhouse. If anyone wants to mail me Sims 3: World Adventures, then by all means...

Yesterday night, Nancy, Tian, Amy, Yuan, Serena and I went to watch Avatar 3D at IMAX. Roxie's parents drove us there and paid for our tickets. That was our Xmas present :)




The movie started at 9:30pm and we got there at around 8:45. When we got to the city, Tian and I kept squealing over how pretty it was at night :L We kept pointing out different apartments that were going to be our future home. There was a really nice one near Chinatown but Tian didn't want to live near there. Why not?? We could grab chinese food in the middle of the night and Nancy could just walk to the nearest Korean store. Plus Chinatown is cheap. Isn't it?

Roxie's parents dropped us off near the Ferris Wheel place and told us to walk to IMAX ourselves. When the six of us got there, we sat on the benches near the harbour and tried not to stare at the couple that kept making out in front of us. I forgot how pretty Darling Harbour could be at night. The buildings are all lit up and there's people everywhere. We could hear music from the harbourside clubs and I suddenly had an image of myself spastic dancing at the Ice Lounge when I turn 18. Right Bonnie? ;)

We were stranded outside IMAX for like, 20 minutes because my aunt and uncle took forever to get there. They finally got here and then we went in. THERE WERE SO MANY PEOPLE. The movie was totally booked out and most of the people watching it were like 20-somethings so you can imagine how out of place six kids looked. Anyways, they opened the doors and we went in. Our seats were in row C which is like, near the front. God, my neck felt so cramped after 2 and a half hours of staring up at the screen.



It was an awesome movie though. If I had to describe it in one word, I would say "Epic", next up would be "blue". LOL. The visuals were STUNNING. I know the scenery and things were all computerized but still... I wouldn't mind living in Pandora. God, I wouldn't mind being blue if it meant that I could do all the cool things the characters did, such as flying, archery, etc. I think after a while, you kinda forget that being blue is abnormal and you start to see the characters as being normal people.

When the movie finished, Roxie's parents took us to a Chinese restaraunt in Chinatown and ate there. HAHHAHA. I was surprised that it was even open at 12:30am. I think some people were wondering why six, wet kids were even out at night in the city. We went home after that and I nearly fell asleep in the car. What a great start to the holidays :)

I don't know why but some people really seem to hate the holidays. What part of it don't you like? Is it the part where you don't get to do any school work? Is it because you just HATE sleeping in? Or do you just really really really want to go to school? I don't know man...

Anyways, I like 'em. Yesterday morning, before IMAX, I watched Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King with Tian and CK. Call me geeky, but it's one of my favourite movies =3 Gollum... so sexy man. But we kinda ruined the movie by butting in with retarded quotes. Like when Sam was holding onto Frodo's hand as he nearly fell off the cliff, we would say, "Hold me Jack!". HAHAHA....ha... ha. Geddit? No? Pffff, fine >_>

After that I went on net and printed out music sheets for LOTR music. That's one of my goals these holidays: learn how to play more songs. I learnt some parts on the violin but it doesn't sound all that great without an ensemble.

Another goal would be to uh, clean my room. It's like a freakin' pigsty in here. Speaking of which, I should probably get started now...

So um, I've kinda been going crazy with scoobies for the past few days. These are the ones I've made so far...


As you can see, most of them are kind of...... retarded. I've got no idea what to do with them now :L Does anyone want one by any chance? Just not the purple/black/silver one. I'll give the rest away though.

& because I'm a really bored person...

[Copyright]-C's Reveries

I don't know why it doesn't enlarge when I click on it.....

A LOOOOOOOOOOOONG, LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago, I mentioned that Beastly (the book) was being made into a movie and was gonna star Vanessa Hudgens, Mary-Kate Olsen and Alex Pettyfer. Wells, after searching it up on google again, I came across the site for the movie:

http://www.beastlythemovie.com/

There's a short teaser at the beginning which I'm not sure any of youse are interested in.... but whatever- if you're like me and have nothing better to do, then click on it.

Anyways, my eyes really hurt. I just spent the whole night and afternoon watching Gossip Girl eps and 90210. Damn, I forgot how awesome GG could be =3 The one I just watched had Lady Gaga in it and also Woody from "It's a Boy/Girl Thing".

I told Nancy this yesterday but so far she's the only one I've told. Wanna know what I told her? :)

Wells, I told her that on Saturday night, while I was lying in bed, I heard this strange knocking sound through the wall. At first I just ignored it cuz I thought maybe, it's coming from downstairs. But it wasn't >_> It was definitely through the wall and there was a pattern. It was knock three times, pause, and knock three times again. Now, most of youse know that I live in a townhouse. Well, on the other side of the wall lives and old woman and I'm pretty sure, she wouldnn't have done the strange knocking. If it wasn't her then... who was knocking on my wall??

*shivers* It sounds so scary when I type it out like that. I think I've been reading too many horror story plots.....

What I spent my whole afternoon (2 hours) doing:

Farrout, it's so bloody hot today. I think I got sunburnt from just walking home :( Imagine what a whole day out in the sun would do to me? *cough*school-picnic*cough*

So, I was talking to an old friend yesterday. We were catching up on each other's lives and stuff and I was telling her about the music excursion I just came back from. And then she goes, "My school's going to see Wicked. We get an educational discount so instead of paying $105, we only pay $55. I bet your school doesn't get anything like that."
.....
& that's when I decided that I had better things to do with my time... like watching a dog poop.

But anyways, the music excursion WAS fun yesterday - except for the part where Booney had to sit behind some stinky dude on the train :L Lots of schools went as well, including some rich, posh ones that we made fun of. E.g. there was a boys school that had a really dorky uniform. They wore shorts and their socks were pulled up to their knees. Oh, and also, they tucked their shirts in... & I thought our uniform was bad. HAHAHAHA.

At Circular Quay, we ate lunch and Booney pointed out to me that our violin teacher was here. She'd brought her two sons (the ones that broke her $1000 bow) and *squeal* the little one was so cute :L They stared at us over the tops of their ice cream cones and they looked like their mom, but blond.

Umm, I nearly fell asleep in the opera house even though the show wasn't boring. I dunno, it's like how the National Anthem makes me yawn, I can't explain it. Outside, we took embarassing photos such as squatting and making the pig nose.

On the way back, Juliana and I kept saying "Together Forever" in really retarded voices cuz we tried to get our group to sit together on the train. We made scoobies on the train and mine turned out wonky --' Juliana's one looked nice though

& that was my day yesterday.

P.S. I finally printed out the Korean lyrics. On Monday we shall attempt to sing Korean. *cough*fail*cough*

My Holiday Plan:

• Eat
• Sleep
• Breathe
• & repeat

"I like it :) Simple/easy to remember" - Jack Sparrow

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIANA!! XD (L)(L)(L)

^^ This is my 200th post btw... feel special :L

I actually have no homework to do right now so I guess I'll just waste time by blogging about random stuff :)

Back to random ramblings, my mum went to the school community meeting to do translating today. Guess who went up to her and started talking to her? Katherine's Dad. LOL. I won't say what he said but ... it was weird.

I watched two eps of You're Beautiful today and OMGIWANTMYOWNPIG-RABBIT!

lulz. I feel very high - must be the drugs drama.

(Pictures taken from dramabeans.com. No copyright infringement intended.)

Eww man, why did Shin Woo (the poo) get black whilst neat freak got lime. LIME out of all colours - no offense to ppl who like green - but lime just shouldn't be worn by guys. Eww.

Ok that's all I wanted to say today. Goodbye.


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Hermione: "Everyone this is loony- I mean, Luna Lovegood"

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Harry: What are they?

Ron: What are what? I can't see anything.

Luna: Don't worry Harry, I can see them too. You're just as sane as I am."

Ron and Harry: .........

Nancy said that Stephanie said that a mole in the middle of your neck/throat means you'll commit suicide and a mole near your eyes means you cry a lot. I have moles on those two places, which means that I'm going to cry a lot and commit suicide...

Whoopee for me.

It's so bloody hot today. I felt like I was underwater when walking outside, the air was that heavy. Since my sister stole my old room, I'm left with the crappy one that doesn't have air con or anything. How am I supposed to survive summer? F5

My dad made me borrow his weird Vietnamese karaoke videos at Cabra Library again (cuz he ran out of space on his card). If you don't know them, they're the ones with asian ladies posing on the front and tacky coloured font all over it. They also look really cheap and ugly. You can imagine the looks that the librarian gave me when I borrowed them.

Off to dinner now and then Harry Potter later :)

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"Mistletoe...is often infested with Nargles..." - Luna Lovegood

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P.S Thank you Othilia, for pointing out that Albus Dumbledore is gay. I seriously never would've noticed.

"Sorry sorry sorry sorry. Meka meka meka meka...."

*sigh* Thank God my busy Wednesday schedule is over..... & no piano lessons next week. My teacher's going to New Zealand :D

YAY! New template xD

Too bad the tabs at the top don't work...

Today was a gay day. A gay day was
today.

But that's normal I guess. Yesterday was a great day... which meant that today had to be extra crap to balance it out. Bad days always follow great days - story of my life.

Currently listening to "Fuck You"- Lily Allen. It makes me laugh =3 especially when the backup singers sing "Fuck you" very very very very very very very high. & I like all Lily Allen songs anyway.

Back to the topic, today was gay for a lot of reasons. For one thing, it was so BLOOODY HOT. I had to walk home as well, carrying my 20-something kg bag + laptop. High achievers was a snooze fest (as Belinda mentioned in her blog) and I also felt very very nauseous in period 2. I was gonna vomit into Nancy's face :( Sorry luu poo, I know how picky you are about the products that go on your face. To top it all off, Ms N wanted me to write another article for the newspaper. I was so happy when I finished the last one off, and now she wants me to write another one! Ughhhhhhhhhhh.

Also,

I NEED TO WATCH "YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL". RIGHT. NOW!

Need my drama crack, need my drama crack, need my drama crack.

But I'm trying to make it last. I've got 4 more eps left - if I wait till Thursday, two more will come out. Farr out, now I know how druggies feel.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to write such negative blogs. They just turn out that way. Speaking of negative, I've got some stuff that's bothering me but I guess everyone's got stuff that's bothering them, right? Look at the people in Zimbabwe, they're problems are WAYYYYYYYY more important than stupid teenage angst.

Haha, that's my inner hippy talking.

I hate Black Friday.

T_T at my epic fail in cricket.

Don't come near me, my bad luck will rub off on you.

Stupid cheap asian lady didn't have any New Moon posters at her stupid cheap asian corner store >_> It was supposed to come with the Daily Telegraph today... Grrrr... I betcha she kept them and is now selling them to sorry, deluded people for 2 bucks each.

Wells I haven't been blogging much this past week. I'm kinda torn between using Twitter or blogspot. What's the difference? I reckon Twitter is just like blogspot... except that there's a limit on how many words you can use. I'll probably just stick to blogging.

And to all youse cheap ppl out there: Apparently, today is 7/11 day, so if you want a free slushie, all you need to do is go to your nearest 7/11 store and say, "Happy 7/11 Day" and they'll give you one. Well that's what my sister says anyway. Personally, I can't be bothered to go to the nearest 7/11 store and ask for a slushie, the petrol cost of just driving there would equal the amount you would've paid for the slushie. lols.

*sigh* Did I ever mention how much I hate tutoring? Recently, I've been moved to the Wednesday Year 10 class which means that my Sundays are free. Hooray... not. My tutor's just announced that my Year 9 class is gonna be split up - and the class I'm in is gonna be moved to SUNDAY NIGHTS 7:30PM - 9PM. Is that gay or what?

Speaking of gay: tomorrow's gonna be gay as well. I've got to spend my whole morning and afternoon at my grandparent's house doing some stuff for the wedding (I have no idea what) and then at night there's the wedding dinner/party thing to go to. God, how I hate asian weddings. There's always off-key karoake and weird music, not to mention relatives that try to ask you about school and then you spend the whole convo trying to speak to them and explain stuff in cantonese. At least that's what happens to me. I think I'll just spend the whole night being a social recluse and listening to my iPod :L And maybe texting random ppl cuz there's nothing better to do.

Hahaha, I sound so cynical.

Hehehehe I finally have a Twitter account =3

Right now, I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing so yeh, just ignore my noobiness :)

Here's my url thingomabob:
http://twitter.com/csreveries

With the beginning of the new month, comes the end of an old crush. And by old, I mean a crush that lasted approximately two years. If there was a title for world's most chickenest/lamest girl - that would be me. Seriously. I counted the number of words that I actually said to him in those two years and the grand total comes to ....... eleven. But hey, whatever. It's about time I moved on anyways. I'll find something else to occupy my mind for now - anything that'll take my mind off those jeans...

I haven't blogged properly in a while. Nowadays, most of my blogs are about movies, books and my story. I think I'll just spend a few minutes blogging about something else for a change :)

High achievers was fun today. Ms N showed us the study wiz site and our whole class went into the chatroom and just chatted. Actually, I don't think it was our WHOLE class but yeh, it was still funny how everyone was talking our each other and and Ms was like, so noob at using the chatroom :L I also showed everyone my awesome wallpaper (inspired by Nancy) and they liked it so much, they told me to make it my permanent wallpaper :D

Geo test was gay. But hey whaddya expect? Its GEO, man. Enough said. Btw, did anyone else wonder why the passage on social networking was in that test? Like I know it kinda relates to community but seriously - was that the only comprehension passage they had that related to community?

In music, me, Booonie and Ifeelya were trying to use bluetooth to send files but everytime we searched for devices, a whole list of laptops and people's phones would come up. We spent like, 15 minutes trying to figure out which laptop was which and it didn't help that most of them were called: SA3133579302. I then realized that you could just click on My Computer and then it would show you your computer number :L What a waste of 15 minutes of my life T_T

& yes, I am supposed to be studying for maths but seriously, I cbb. It's not like I can go through the whole textbook and do all the questions right? Cuz that is the only way to totally prepare for the maths yearly. Well, you could always just read through the chapters briefly but that ain't gonna prepare you for the questions that'll be in the test. So stuff that.

I also finished watching 90210, now i'll just have to wait like everyone else for the new eps. Liam is SOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOT (L) I hate that new Ivy girl >:(

And now for some honesty. I feel different this year - whether its a good or bad thing I don't know but I've realized that I just don't care as much anymore. Whether its about school work or life or people, I feel very non-stressed. Like before in years 7 and 8, I used to stress a lot but this years different. I've realised that that some stuff that's been bugging me isn't important anymore. All I want to do is enjoy life and stuff what other people think. Lols look at me, I sound like a hippy :D

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

Can anybody see the music player? Because to me, it's invisible.

Ponyo song- sung by Noah Cyrus and Frankie Jonas

It's such a lame song. Too bad I can't stop listening to it T_T

I watched Ponyo on Friday night with Tian and my sister (and ate Othilia's giant gobstopper at the same time). Ponyo was was alright... certainly not as good as Hayao Miyazaki's other ones (Howl's Moving Castle and Spirited Away) but it was definitely cute. Ponyo is so adorable :) especially when she went hypo from just holding the light. And who can forget that cute scene where she runs to the boy and then jumps on him, almost suffocating him?

I finally had time to write :) But I think I'll only be putting up a chapter or two a week cuz there's stuff to study for (plus I'm running out of ideas). I included the last paragraph of the previous chapter just in case youse forgot what was happening. Enjoy, lols. Oh and this is a long chapter to make up for not writing much. No need to thank me :) I know how much you luuurve reading long, tedious samples of shitass writing.

P.S Nanc, does Jazzical sound familiar? :L (Hint: think Commerce in year 8)

*****

Drake starts humming a slow, haunting tune. It chills me to the bone but wakens a deep yearning inside of me at the same time. Blearily, I realise that I’m not in control of my body anymore. All I can see are those striking blue eyes and all I can hear is that rich, haunting voice. I find myself walking towards him and the bow drops from my hand. When we are only a few centimetres apart, he suddenly reaches out and draws me in close. Bending down to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, he whispers softly. “Join us, Dawn.”

“Hey!”
Two shadows drop down from the building, snapping me out of my dream-like state. A cold chill washes over me once I get my bearings and alarmed, I push Drake away. His icy eyes flash with something like annoyance but he turns around anyway and barks out, “Whaddya want?”
An Asian looking girl emerges from the shadows and behind her skulks a towering, sandy-haired boy. They both have an aura of something I can’t describe. It was both sinister yet compelling, kind of like Drake’s aura.
“We’ve been looking all over for you,” says the boy. “The boss wants you back.”
“Can’t you see I’m busy?” growls Drake.
“Doing what?” The girl’s voice is high pitched and whiny- the complete opposite to Drakes’. “You’ve been told to stay away from that girl. She’s no use to us – yet.”
I hated been talked about like an item but I didn’t have the strength to stand up for myself. Confrontations are not my thing. Still, that doesn’t stop the anger from bubbling up inside of me.

Drake makes a pissed off sound in his throat but follows them anyway. The girl smirks satisfyingly, obviously enjoying being able to boss Drake around. Who were these people? Why did they have such a strange, dark aura?

At the edge of the rooftop, Drake turns around, like he just realised I was still there, and says, “Think about my offer. I’ll be back for your answer next time.” Turning, he joins the others on the ledge and the sandy-haired boy rests his big hands on both of their shoulders in a gesture that might’ve looked menacing. Then, they were gone.

The breath caught in my throat as I watched them disappear. Shakily, I pick up my bow from where I dropped it and also my violin. After scrambling back inside my window, I close it with shaking hands and stand in the middle of my room trying to process everything. My brain was in turmoil and honestly, I was scared – scared of these strange people who suddenly appear on my rooftop and ask me to join them. And then I remember how Drake had somehow… hypnotised me and made me forget for a moment, who I was. It made me feel disgusted but I couldn’t deny that for a moment there, I actually had doubts of whether I wanted to stay with the Syrens. I felt like a dirty traitor.

*****

“Earth to Dawn…”
For the fifth time that day, Vicki snapped her fingers in front of my face, trying to get my attention. Even complacent Vicki, with her easygoing personality looked like she wanted to shake me awake.
“What’s wrong with her?” says Crystal. “She’s acting freakier than usual today.”
That comment woke me up and slowly, my eyes came into focus. Everyone was giving me weird stares. I shuffled uncomfortably on my window seat in the music store.
“Something happen, Dawn?” asks Vicki.
“Um no… I’m fine… really,” I lie.
This comment gets me a few disbelieving stares but everyone leaves it at that and goes back to sorting the boxes of music books that Vicki’s parents left in the attic. Her parents are really interesting people. I met them this morning and they didn’t act different or show any signs that they were actually Syrens. Her mom and dad both have chestnut coloured hair, work in the music store together and fuss over their daughter like any other parents. But Vicki reassured me that if the situation called for it, they would be able to mend any type of injury. It was kind of hard to imagine her breezy, laughing mother fixing broken bones with a just a few notes on her recorder – but hey, who was I to criticize the strangeness of the situation, compared to what I’ve been going through for the past few weeks?

“Hey look what I found!” shouts Leo gleefully. Excitedly, he shoves his hands into a cardboard box and draws out an old CD. It has “Jazzical” written on it and the cover is covered in a thick layer of dust. “I’ve been looking for this for ages!”
“Jazzical?” I ask confused.
“Yeah. It’s a fusion of jazz and classical songs. Awesome stuff, man.”
Leo walks over to the CD player and pops the CD in. Pretty soon, the whole room is filled with a funky, techno sounding melody that drowns out everything else. Vicki’s dad yells from below for us to turn it down but Leo just laughs and increases the volume. Crystal pulls Zack off his throne of crates and tries to get him to dance but he just laughs and tries to sit back down. Leo pulls out a few dance moves that looks more like rhythmic spasming. Normally, I would be laughing at this debacle but today, I didn’t feel like it. The events of the previous night were still rolling in my mind like a broken tape recorder. More importantly, I couldn’t get that silky, alluring voice out of my head. It was sickening.

Vicki heard my sigh and patted my arm reassuringly, “Don’t worry. Your powers will come one day. It’s no use stressing over it.”
She’s misinterpreted my sigh. I shake my head resignedly, “No, that’s not it.”
“What’s wrong then?”
I look at her helplessly. Should I ask? It seemed like something that I shouldn’t bring up. After all, they must’ve had a good reason for not telling me about Drake. Right?
“Come on, you can tell me. Maybe I can help.”
I give her a searching look and then make up my mind. I thought, what the hell, maybe she can clear things up a bit.
“Okay…. Well last night, this strange guy named Drake sought me out. He asked me to join his side and -.”

Crystal suddenly gave a small shriek and then covered her mouth with her hands. For the first time ever since I’ve met her, she looked traumatized. Looking around, I realised that the whole room had fallen silent. Everyone had horrified expressions on their faces and the only sound was the CD player, still churning out lively music that suddenly sounded like mocking laughter. Oh crap, I thought. What a way to ruin the mood.

I've actually studied A LOT today. I'm so proud of myself :D

Anyways, just wanted to say - I finally have a link list. It's over there on the side. Can youse please check if your one works? :L Cuz I kinda rushed and some links might be mixed up. LOL. Oh and if you're not on there (sorry), just tell me and I'll link you. I don't bite...

...much...

Oh and b4 I forget, I made up this awesomely awesome word today that expresses my love of all things zimbabwean:

Cynthia + Zimbabwe = Cynbabwe

That is just genuis. I should totally win a Nobel Prize for that. :D

I know hardly anyone watches Australian Idol anymore but OMG, I JUST CAME BACK FROM WATCHING THE LAST FEW MINUTES OF IT AND NATHAN JUST SANG "MUSIC OF THE NIGHT" FROM PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Ok, sorry. I had to get that out of my system 8)

Such a sad sad day. I can't believe the holiday's over :'( Why does it always go so fast? I still haven't done half of the things I wanted to do (such as learn more guitar songs and shop for a school bag) and i won't have time to do them during the term cuz of studying and stuff. Oh wells...

Anyway, I've decided to stop writing my story for a while. 1) because I've got other stuff to concentrate on and 2), because I know some of you are secretly going "thank god she's stopping" >_> LOL jks jks. But yeh, I really do need to concentrate more on studying. I've grown so lazy over the weeks.

Yesterday, i recharged my phone and got a $60 bonus amount of credit but I think it expires in 15 days. I also won 150 free texts to people that are also with Optus :D

Most of youse know that I'm struggling in the Sunday tutoring class right? Well today, I actually managed to do a probability question and get it right, before the girl that sits next to me. Usually, she's the one who gets it right and I'm the one who sits and struggles but not today. I was so proud of myself - I gloated for like a whole 5 minutes :D And then, I realised that the reason she didn't get it was because she was from Vietnam and she didn't really know how to read the question properly...

*sigh* and I actually thought I had achieved something for once :'(

On a different note however, I found out that "The Host" - by Stephenie Meyer is gonna be turned into a movie as well. The article about that is here. That's something else i can add to my list of book to movie adaptions that I'm anticipating - along with "Beastly" and "New Moon". Although, I swear, if they butcher it, I'm gonna cry.

Stolen from Nancy's and Anita's blog :L

Go to Google and type in your first name and the phrase. Copy and paste the first sentence/phrase you get that makes sense.

Q: Type in "(your name) needs" in the Google search.
A: Cynthia needs to learn how to wear clothes that don't drown her. LOL it's not my fault I'm too heavy to float.

Q: Type in "(your name) looks like" in Google search.
A: This is what the name "Cynthia" looks like in Japanese: "Cynthia" in Japanese characters. Lame. The second result was: Cynthia looks like a ghetto slut.

Q: Type in "(your name) says" in Google search.
A: The HiSoftware CynthiaSays portal is a joint Education and Outreach project of HiSoftware, ICDRI, and the Internet Society Disability and Special Needs ... errr.

Q: Type in "(your name) wants" in Google search.
A: Cynthia wants to go to Planet OKI!!! Of course I do. I just don't know where it is.

Q: Type in "(your name) does" in Google search.
A: Cynthia does it again: Worst Person in the World. EXCUSE ME? F5

Q: Type in "(your name) asks" in Google search.
A: When Cynthia Asks You To Meet Her About The Origin Pokemon What Do U Do? LOL I used to love pokemon. (L) Jigglypuff (L)

Q: Type in "(your name) goes" in Google search.
A: LOVE IS A LOTTERY; 10-year affair, then Cynthia goes back to husband and wins pounds 3.2million. Oooh, go me.

Q: Type in "(your name) likes " in Google search.
A: Cynthia likes this state park. Boring.

Q: Type in "(your name) eats " in Google search.
A: Cynthia eats pansies. Apparently cynthia is a rabbit 8)

Q: Type in "(your name) wears " in Google search.
A: Cynthia wears her hair in two loose ponytails which she places over her shoulders, toward her front.

Q: Type in "(your name) was arrested for" in Google Search.
A: Christian school teacher Cynthia Horvath arrested for allegedly having sex with 17 y/o student - Not Music. This was the closest one I could find. I'm too sneaky to be arrested for anything ;D

Ohohoho, I've been waiting so long to write this chapter. It's my favourite one so far :D

The next few days of my life fell into a rhythm. I went to school, daydreamed in class and met the others in the afternoon. We’d usually go somewhere deserted to practice but sometimes we just hung out and watched Zack busk. Vicki tutored me on the facts and history of Syrens whilst Zack and Leo tried different methods of coaxing the power out of me. They told me to get in touch with my inner power. That didn’t work. They tried different locations so I would be more in touch with myself– near the sea, on top of the cliff and even in the middle of a crowded street. I once played for four hours straight but still, there was no sign of what I had felt at the park.

What was wrong with me? Leo was already toying with the idea of dropping me in a vat of toxic waste but one look from Zack and he dropped the idea. Sometimes, Crystal would attend these meetings but they were usually to see Zack, not to help me with my lack of power.

“I give up. Maybe she’s doesn’t have the power. Maybe she’s not one of us!” says Crystal darkly, during one of our training sessions.
We all turn to glare at her.
“We’ve all heard her play okay? She does have it – it’s just not… you know,” Vicki says helplessly.
But deep in my head, a little voice whispers to me. What if they got it wrong? I’ve only ever had the feeling once. That doesn’t mean that I’m a Syren.

That night, I take my violin up to the rooftop again. When I’m up there, I realise that I don’t feel like playing anymore so I just leave it beside me while I gaze at the sky, mulling things over. The night isn’t cool and peaceful. Instead, there is a biting chill in the air and somehow, a feeling of … ominousness. There it is again – the strange feeling of being watched. I grab my violin and am about to head back down when suddenly I hear a voice.

“Such a shame… that they got to you first.”
I whirl around, eyes wide with panic. The rooftop is dark and empty and no one is in sight.
“Who… Where are you?” I say, a hint of hysteria in my voice.
A shadow silently drops down from the building next to me and a figure emerges from the darkness. It’s a man- no- a guy about my age. As he comes out into the light, I can make out a tough, lean build and dark, leather clothes. However, his face remains hidden in the shadows.
“Don’t run.” That wasn’t an order and yet I found myself staying where I was. His voice was like nothing I’ve ever heard before. It was rich and silky and so… compelling.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing,” he says. Dimly, I can make out a sharp face and chiselled jaw. “Just here to satisfy my curiosity.”
The rest of his face comes into the light and the thoughts immediately clear out of my head. He has spiked, platinum blonde hair and his high cheekbones are pulled into a sinister smile. However, I am only drawn to his eyes. They’re a piercing blue colour that stare right into my soul… and I can’t tear my gaze away from them.
“So you’re the new girl,” he drawls. His eyes rake me up and down and I can do nothing but stand there. “Pretty thing, aren’t you?”
I stay silent. That wasn’t a question. He continues to appraise me, blue eyes glinting in the dark.
“Do you know who I am?” he asks.
“No.”
He frowns. “So your friends haven’t told you about me yet, have they? Well, that’s a shame. I’m Drake.”
Somehow, that name seemed to suit him. I clench my bow tightly, unsure of what to do. Was this guy dangerous? Why was he even talking to me? I suddenly realise with a jolt that he might be the anonymous follower that’s been following me these few weeks.
“As I was saying – it’s such a shame that they got to you first.”
“Who are “they”?”
He sneers and spits out, “The Syrens.” Seeing my confused expression, Drake crosses the rooftop slowly until he’s standing just a few metres from me.
Startled, I point my bow at him and say, “Don’t come any closer.”
He steps back but then laughs. His velvet voice carries over the wind and strikes a chord in me. I feel myself faltering.
“You don’t know what your power is yet, do you?” he says.
I don’t say anything.
“Well, that doesn’t matter. It’ll come to you eventually. And when it does, I want you to join us.”
“Join you?”
“Yes, that’s also the reason I came. You see, your friends haven’t told you the whole story yet,” he grins slyly. “The Syrens aren’t the only ones with power. There’s also us.”
“Well I’m not interested,” I say.
“Are you sure?” he steps closer, smiling devilishly. “Leave your boring, Syren friends and come join us. We need a new recruit.”

Drake starts humming a slow, haunting tune. It chills me to the bone but wakens a deep yearning inside of me at the same time. Blearily, I realise that I’m not in control of my body anymore. All I can see are those striking blue eyes and all I can hear is that rich, haunting voice. I find myself walking towards him and the bow drops from my hand. When we are only a few centimetres apart, he suddenly reaches out and draws me in close. Bending down to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, he whispers softly. “Join us, Dawn.”

Just came back from CT and I'm so tired. My feet are full on covered with blisters from walking in uncomfortable new shoes and I feel extrememly deprived of sleep. For the last few days, I haven't slept a lot cuz of going out and stuff... Must catch up on some tonight.

Anyways, I bought two dresses and two short sleeve jackets. I'm not sure if I should wear the dresses for the wedding though cuz they're not that formal... Oh wells, I've still got time. Anyways, most of the day was spent at Chinatown but I also went to Kinokuniya and Allan's Music Store - which is this really big two storey music store that has practically everything that a musician needs. At Kinokuniya, I spent quite a while just staring at the people that were down below because it looked so cool when a whole mob of them crossed the street. I also read half of Evernight :)

I also saw a dark-haired, guitar-playing, busking guy outside Paddy's Markets. I wanted to see if his eyes were green but got dragged away by parents. T_T'

Ewww. I was planning on studying and starting on the english script thing tomorrow but noooo. My parents had other plans T_T' I have to go Chinatown tomorrow (F5).

Seriously, after having three days of tutoring and finishing tutoring hw, and also two days of going out, I was looking forward to staying home and sleeping in. I was also planning on watching 90210 and continuing my story which I haven't touched for one day :'( & I was getting up to the good part ><' I'm running out of time. The holidays are gonna end soon and I'm gonna have a whole lot of studying and catching up to do.

To the people who care, next chapter is up. Sorry, this chapter isn't really that exciting. It's just a whole lot of explaining. God, I realised that I should've planned the whole story out first cuz soon, I'm gonna realised that some things don't add up. WRITER'S BLOCK! (F5)

P.S I took a quiz thingo on net that was called, "What instrument are you?" OMG you know what instrument it said I was? The bloody clarinet! Like what the hell does a clarinet even look like? Gayyyyyy.

Vicki followed my gaze and sighed. “Crystal’s always been close to Zack. Ever since the… thing… happened, he’s been there for her.” She frowned suddenly. “Although, that whole lovesick thing is kind of getting old. She could get any guy in the city and yet, she chooses to go after Zack.”

I sat with my back to the couple on the picnic table. Vicki plopped down beside me and we watched as Leo tuned his sax and Crystal whistled a tune. Somewhere nearby, a bird answered with its own trill.
“So, do you have any questions you want answered?” asked Vicki.
“Heaps,” I racked my brain for the most urgent one. “Okay. Are there other Syrens out there or are we just the only ones?”
Vicki laughed. “Well, we’re not exactly “overpopulating the earth” per se, but yes, there are more Syrens out there. I don’t know if you’ve ever been out to Cabramatta but there’s an old hobbo who plays the sitar there. He might not look like it but he’s a Syren. Some Syrens have actually become famous pop stars. You know Madonna?”
“No way!” I said, shocked. “She’s a Syren?”
“Yeah, of course she is. How do you she managed to stay in the music business for so long?”
I sat back in shock. How many famous people out there were really Syrens? How many people were using something other than their natural talent for fame? It was mind-boggling how much this changed things. There was a whole new world out there that I hadn’t known about.

“Next question,” said Vicki.
“Okay…” I shifted my legs, getting comfortable on the soft grass. “Well, I already know everyone’s power. Everyone’s except for Zack’s that is...”
“Oh,” Vicki started looking uncomfortable. “Actually, that’s something you might want to ask him yourself.” Seeing my confused expression, she explained. “Zack’s powers are… different and I think it’s better if he told you about them himself.”
“Oh, ok,” I looked over at Zack. Why couldn’t Vicki tell me about his powers? Was there something wrong with them? I shook the thought out of my head and concentrated on my next question. “Well, I’m wondering, how many people know about Syrens?”
Vicki mused aloud. “Not many… So far, I think it’s only us… my dad and my mum.”
“Your parents know as well?” I asked, shocked.
“Well yeah. They’re Syrens as well,” said Vicki. “They’re both healers, like me.”

It took a moment for me to digest this information. If Vicki’s parents were also Syrens, did that mean that it was hereditary? Could my parents be…
“If you’re wondering if Syren powers are handed down through genes, then the answer is yes and no,” Vicki had managed to read my mind again. “Both my parents are Syrens so that’s probably why I was born with them as well. Of course, they never told me anything until I’d discovered my powers.” She then looked at me seriously. “However, this usually isn’t the case. Out of everyone here, I’m the only one who has parents that are also Syrens. It’s just something that happens randomly. Like a baby born with physical deformities.”
Seeing my expression, she quickly rephrased. “Not that I’m comparing you to a physically deformed person! I’m just trying to explain how it works.”
“Yeah, I get it. I get what you’re trying to say,” I said. Plus, I was pretty sure that my parents were not Syrens. That couldn’t have been able to keep a secret like that from me anyway.

We lapsed into silence again. As I pondered over everything she’d told me, I was dimly aware that the background noise hadn’t ceased and that the others were all caught up in their musical endeavours. With a jolt, I realised that I hadn’t asked a very important question yet.
“Vicki, how come you guys are able to control your powers and not have them spin out of control every time you play?”
“We practice, of course!” laughed Vicki. “Wouldn’t it be annoying if every time we played, our audience got brainwashed? Trust me - it took a lot of “accidents” before I was able to handle my powers. Seriously, some of my classmates still think they suffer from blackouts.”
I then asked the question which had been niggling at the back of my mind the whole day.
“How about me… What powers do I have?”Vicki just grinned. “Well, that’s just something that we’re gonna have to find out, isn’t it?”

And so the story continues...

At breakfast the next morning, my parents decided to drill me on the importance of getting home before dark.
“Dawn, you’ve got to understand. This isn’t like our old home, you can’t just walk around at night,” said my dad, pushing his glasses up.

I nodded into my tea, barely paying attention. I had had a crap sleep last night. I’d dreamt of being stalked by violins. The violins had mutated, grown arms and legs and started chasing me through the streets. I’d woken up with bags under my eyes and bruises on my arms and legs where I’d thrashed around in my sleep.

“Honey, are you listening?” asked my mom.
“Uh huh…” I replied.
My parents looked at each other. They exchanged knowing glances and then my dad turned to me and said, “Is there something you’re not telling us?”
Oh crap, I thought. I couldn’t just tell them about me being a freak. Why did they have to choose today to be observant? Nervously, I cupped my mug in both hands and shook my head.
My mum reached across the table for my hands. “You know you can tell us anything right?”
My dad agreed, “Anything at all. We’re your parents and you shouldn’t be afraid to talk to us.”
I was about to blurt out everything when my mom suddenly said, “Now that that’s settled, when are you going to introduce this new boyfriend to us?” She and dad exchanged triumphant smiles, taking my shocked silence as confirmation.
All I could do was shovel down my breakfast and get the hell out of there.

When I got to the music store, I was surprised to find that Leo was waiting for me outside.
“Hey Dawn, I was waiting for you. We’re not gonna be meeting here today.”
“Where are we meeting them then?” I asked, confused.
“Follow me,” he grinned.

On the way to the meeting place, Leo and I started talking. We talked about our families and I was surprised to find out that, despite his tall, rough appearance, he was actually from a very well brought-up background.
“Yeah, my dad owns a villa just outside of the city. We should go there one day. I’ve got a killer CD collection that I could show you,” he boasted.
“What kind of music are you into?” I wondered.
“I listen to a lot of rock and jazz,” he replied.
I nearly stopped in my tracks. “Jazz? You listen to jazz?” Somehow he didn’t strike me as a jazz type of guy, more like a heavy metal/rock guy.
“Well yeah, I do play the sax you know,” he said defensively.
“Oh.” Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t known what instrument Leo played. He’d knocked me out before I’d had a chance to see.
“Plus, the girls love a guy who’s into jazz,” he said, winking. “Oh, and we’re here.”

I thought that I had seen the best sights the city could offer. I mean, the view from my rooftop and the one on top of the music store were pretty spectacular but this one took the cake. Sydney Harbour was visible from the top of this cliff and it couldn’t have looked more beautiful. I could see the city below, rising up above the blue harbour. Numerous yachts and boats dotted the water and the seagulls circled above. There were also a few picnic tables up there that looked like they hadn’t been used for a while.

“Wow,” I breathed.
“Pretty awesome, isn’t it?” said Zack, coming up behind me. He was wearing a leather jacket today and his guitar was slung over his shoulders. “This is where we usually come to play. Call it the Syren’s “stage” if you will.”
I turned around to face Zack, feeling oddly happy to see him, yet embarrassed about the way I’d treated him yesterday.
“Umm sorry about running away from you yesterday - I – I thought you were crazy,” I said honestly.
He laughed and I couldn’t help thinking that I wanted to hear that sound over and over again.
“Well, I’m sorry that I had to get Leo to knock you out. There was no other way that I could’ve made you listen and plus, you run like a freak!”
I laughed, “Then I guess we’re even.”
Zack smiled that heartbreaking smile again. Suddenly, he leaned in close, close enough for me to see his long lashes and into his smouldering, green eyes He said slyly, “But you know, you’re the first girl who’s ever run away from me. Most would be running in the other direction.” He kept coming closer, causing me to inch backwards until I was pushed up against the picnic table. “I found that kind of… sexy.”
Zack then slung his guitar off his back, hopped up onto the picnic table and started playing like nothing had happened - leaving me wondering if it was possible to die of an overdose of hotness.

“Hey, hey, hey people! What did I miss?” sang Crystal as she appeared on the hill. I waved to Vicki who was a few steps behind her.
“Hi,” said Vicki, “You didn’t bring your violin?”
I realised with a jolt that I had forgotten it. Trying to get away from my parents was the only thing that’d been on my mind this morning.
“That’s okay,” she said, seeing my apologetic expression. “We’ll just spend today, filling you up with the basics of Syrenology. Let’s just get away form all this noise first.” As we made our way to a small grove of trees, I saw Crystal flounce over to Zack. She said something funny and they both laughed. Seeing me stare, she then snaked her arms around his waist, nearly toppling him from the picnic bench. The message behind the gesture was clear. Zack is mine, so stay away bitch.

I went dress hunting today. My uncle's gonna be married in November and I needed a dress for the wedding. I spent 3 bloody hours searching for one at Macarthur (?) and guess what? I didn't find one. What a way to waste my life.

Actually I did find one that I liked but I didn't buy it. My mum goes, "Wow that looks pretty on you." and I'm like, "Have you looked at the price?" She goes, "Yeh, it's not that expensive...."

Well guess how much it cost? $52.

Not that expensive, my ass. You could feed a whole family from Zimbabwe for a year with that money.

At tutoring, I found out that I'm gonna be gonna moving down a class :D Most people would treat this as bad news but not me. I'm glad that I'm gonna be going to a slower class cuz this current class is driving me crazy. I sit there for two hours every week, not understanding anything.

But there's also a bad part to moving classes. Some of you know what that is, others won't.

P.S I don't know why but everyone seems to be feeling sad and stuff these days. Actually I do know a bit but not that much. Still, I think I'm the only one who's feeling lost. It's like I'm in this little bubble, separated from the whole world. Seriously, I'm so out of it, it's like I'm on Pluto and everyone else is on Earth.

I'm just gonna quickly recap what's happened in the story so far. Dawn met Zack, Zack's a guitarist and Dawn's a violinist. Dawn started feeling strange when she played the violin. She also felt like someone was watching her. Zack told Dawn that she was a "Syren". Dawn freaked out and ran. She got knocked out. When Dawn woke up, she was in a large room. She met Vicki and Leo who are also "Syrens".

I could only manage a nod. It took a while for everything to sink in. This was too much for me to handle in one go and I was pretty sure it would take me a few days to understand. After a few minutes of silence, I was finally able to get the power of speech back.
“Umm Vicki, where exactly am I?”
Vicki grinned, “Well you’re on the top floor of one of the coolest buildings in Sydney. Below us is the city’s biggest music store, hence the noise.”
“She’s just proud coz her dad owns this store,” butted in Leo.
“Shut up!” said Vicki, punching him in the arm. “You know -.”

“Hey people, have you seen Zack?” a loud voice bellowed up from below.
Vicki and Leo exchanged another look. “Oh crap, she’s here,” said Leo.
A girl about my age or older suddenly flounced into the room, bringing with her a waft of heavy perfume. She was very pretty. No pretty wasn’t the word. She was stunning. Her short, blond hair was straightened and styled and she was wearing a halter top and jeans. As her light blue eyes caught sight of me her smile suddenly turned into an icy sneer.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” she purred. “If it isn’t Zack’s new, little… toy.”
Straightaway, I didn’t like her.
“Zack’s not here, Crystal,” sighed Vicki. “He’s out somewhere.”
Crystal continued sizing me up, like I was some sort of opponent. She started humming a tune under her breath.
“He’s not here, Crystal!” snapped Vicki a second time.
“Huh. Alright then, I’ll be off. I’ve got some gigs at a club tonight,” said Crystal, smiling slyly as she walked back down the stairs.
“Crystal! You better not do anything stupid!” shouted Vicki after her. Turning to me, she sighed and shook her head. “Crystal’s a bit… full on. But you’ll get used to it.”
“Uh huh,” I said unconvinced. “What’s her instrument?”
Leo spoke this time, “She doesn’t have one.”
“What?” I said, baffled.
“She uses her voice,” explained Vicki.
“Yeah, out of all of us she’s probably the closest thing to a traditional Siren,” added Leo. “You know those Sirens from the myths – the ones who sing and lure sailors to their death? Well Crystal’s like that. She attracts people and forces them to do her bidding, just by singing. But then again, I reckon she doesn’t need the voice. One look at her body and PHEWW, you're already under her spell.”
Vicki smacked the grinning Leo over the head. “Attract people? More like attract guys,” she huffed under her breath. “Still, you don’t need to worry about her. Her powers fluctuate; they come and go because she still hasn’t learnt how to use them properly.”
Inwardly, I let out a sigh of relief. I had a feeling that if Crystal hated me enough, she wouldn’t hesitate to use her powers against me. If her powers came and went, then that was good news for me.

“Hey Vicki, I think Dawn’s had enough today. Maybe we should continue this tomorrow,” suggested Leo.
I couldn’t have agreed more. I felt zapped and it wasn’t just the mental blow that had done that. Everything that I had found out today was all crashing down on me and I needed time to think.

After getting directions back home, I promised Leo and Vicki that I would come back tomorrow and then I headed back home. The sky was dark at this time but the streets couldn’t have been more alive, especially around the Kings Cross area. I passed many clubs and every time that happened, I couldn’t help imagining that Crystal was inside it, seducing men with her voice. It was a disturbing thought.

I was a few kilometres away from home when I had that feeling again - the feeling that someone was following me. At first, I just ignored it and hoped whoever it was would just go away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another two people emerge from an alleyway. So it wasn’t just one follower… There were three of them, or more, I couldn’t tell exactly. I spent the rest of the journey home being followed. Well what else could I do? If they were gang members, I wouldn’t have stood a chance. Only when I reached the apartment did the feeling go away. However, my hands still shook when I opened the door to the apartment. Whoever had followed me was looking for something and I was pretty sure they had been there at the park as well.

“What’s wrong honey?” asked my mom when she saw my expression. “And why were you gone for so long? Your dad and I were getting worried.”
Oh nothing much, I thought. I’ve just found out that I’m a freak who does strange things when I play the violin and this afternoon I got knocked out by a strong sound wave. There’s also this crazy girl who doesn’t like me and oh yes, I had my own personal entourage on the way home.
That’s what I wanted to say to my mom but I wisely kept my mouth shut. Plus my scatterbrained mother had already focused her attention on something else. She was too busy trying to free Nancy, who had somehow managed to get her little head stuck between the stair rails. I sighed and trudged back to my room. Then, I collapsed onto my bed and fell into a deep sleep.

This story is filed under "The story" in my label cloud so you can catch up on old chapters if you're bothered. Although I get the feeling that the number of people who do read this is very very small :) like maybe 1.

I was flying. I was flying high above the city and the people below looked like little ants. They scurried to and fro, getting into cars, talking on their phones and chatting at cafes. There was also a square filled with uni students and friends that lounged against the stone statue set in the middle. Such a pretty sight, I thought. It was one that could rival my rooftop any day.

“You think she’s awake?” said a deep throaty voice.
“Huh. After you hit her with that wave blast? Not likely Leo,” it was a girl’s voice this time.
“Crap. Zack’s gonna kill me!” whined the guy called Leo.
“Serves you right. Who told you to knock down the whole street anyway?” hissed the girl. “Thank god I came with you. Otherwise we’d have people running around telling stories about blacking out on the street.”

I groaned and rolled over. The wonderful feeling had fled from my body and I’d realised that I wasn’t flying. Instead, I was lying right next to a giant window that looked down onto the street below. My head throbbed painfully and I wanted to vomit. Where the hell was I?

“Well whaddya know? She’s awake!” whooped Leo.
“Shut up you oaf. Can’t you see she isn’t feeling well?” said the girl. “That wave blast doesn’t exactly leave people feeling all high and happy you know.”

I felt someone’s hands underneath my head, supporting me and helping me sit up. I was in a large room, filled with numerous boxes and crates. Underneath the wooden floorboards, I could faintly hear the sounds of music and chatter.

“There you go, Dawn. Take it easy,” said a girl with chestnut-coloured hair. Her eyes peered critically at me from behind her glasses. “How’re you feeling?”
“I feel like vomiting,” I groaned.
“Leo, make yourself useful and go grab a bucket.”

Leo, who had been sitting on top of a tower of crates suddenly hopped down, causing the floorboards to shake.
“Geez you heavy load!” muttered the girl. “Gramps isn’t gonna be happy if you break the floor.”
Leo smiled sheepishly and shoved his hands into his pockets. He was really, really tall and his light brown hair flopped over his eyes, making him look like a hairy Saint Bernard.
“Can’t you just haze her?” he asked.
“No…,” hissed the girl. “We don’t know what would happen. She might run off again.”
“Hey um, I’m right here, you know,” I said. “And how do you even know my name?”
“Oh! Sorry. We haven’t introduced ourselves! I’m Vicki and that’s Leonard, though we all call him Leo,” she grinned at me. “Zack told us about you. Welcome to the club!”

“Wait. What club?” I asked confused. “And Zack told you to bring me here?”
“Yeh… Sorry about that,” said Leo. “I didn’t mean to knock you out so hard but Zack said that you might be a bit… difficult.”
I touched my head self consciously. Where was the bruise? Vicki saw me touching my head and figured out what I was doing.
“There’s no bruise, if that’s what you’re looking for.”
“What?” I asked confused.
“It was a mental thing,” she said, like that explained everything. “Leo can deal mental and physical blows. Obviously we didn’t want to hurt you… too much, so he did it the soft way.”
“Right,” I muttered.
Vicki and Leo exchanged looks.
“You don’t know about the Syrens yet, do you?” asked Vicki.
“Well Zack mentioned something about that…,” I trailed off. “Wait, you mean you guys believe him? That’s crazy!”
I hopped off my bed on the windowsill and started looking for the exit. This room was obviously on the top floor of a building of some sort so that meant I had to look for the stairs.
“Dawn, wait! Let me show you something first,” said Vicki. “Leo, make sure she doesn’t run.”
Leo crossed the room and stood in front of me, arms crossed. He wasn’t menacing exactly, but he didn’t look like someone I could take down. After making sure that I wasn’t gonna run, Vicki walked over to a small table that held a black box. She removed the lid and took out a flute. After making sure that I was watching, she drew the flute up to her lips and blew.

At first, I didn’t notice anything besides the fact that she was just playing the flute. And wow, did she play. She was really good at it. But then I realized that the more she played, the more strange I started to feel. There was a tingly feeling up near my head. It was like a… a presence that clouded my thoughts. Actually, it didn’t feel so bad. When Vicki stopped playing I realised that my throbbing headache had disappeared.

“I’m a healer,” she explained at my dumbfounded expression. “But I can also do a bit of brainwashing if the situation calls for it.”
“Oh,” I said, dazedly.
“Um, Vicki, she’s not looking so well,” said Leo nervously.
Heck! I didn’t feel well at all. It wasn’t the headache, that had disappeared already. I was feeling confused and honestly, very scared. Zack had been right! I was one of these people. Stuff was happening that I couldn’t control. I felt like more of a freak than usual!
Vicki came to my side and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Leo also came a bit closer although he still kept his distance.
“Dawn, relax. We both know what you’re going through. I mean, we went through the same thing,” said Vicki consolingly. “Leo discovered his powers at his school concert. He sent the whole room flying backwards! Lucky I was there to patch things up but when my powers came to me, I had no one.”
Leo grinned, “She sent her whole class to sleep in the middle of a music lesson!”
“It wasn’t funny!” scowled Vicki. “I was scared, okay? Everyone just suddenly dropped off. I thought I’d killed them!” She turned her attention back to me. “Point is, Dawn. We’re here for you. You don’t have to be scared coz we’re gonna help you get through this.”I could only manage a nod.